Under the Mistletoe
by Satsuki Bun
Summary: It's the first winter holiday they'll spend together after all the fighting. But with the world finally at peace, both Tifa and Cloud are busy with their work. Will Tifa be spending a lonely holiday, alone under the mistletoe?


Disclaimer: I don't own anything; FFVII belongs to SquareEnix :)

**Under the Mistletoe: **It's the first winter holiday they'll spend together after all the fighting. But with the world finally at peace, both Tifa and Cloud are busy with their work. Will Tifa be spending a lonely holiday, alone under the mistletoe?

_Author's note: _Here's a little Christmas oneshot to resonate with all the happy Christmas mood. Wishing an early Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone! :)

Winter Holiday = Christmas in Gaia

* * *

_Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring -_

"Strife Delivery Service," Tifa answered automatically, "you name it, we deliver it."

"Hello, miss," a woman with a wispy voice spoke, "I'd like to get some packages delivered to Rocket Town from Kalm by Friday, if that's possible."

"All righty - w-wait, Rocket Town?" the barmaid's ruby eyes widened in surprise. "But I'm sorry ma'am," Tifa skimmed through Cloud's delivery calendar, overly marked with red circles and crosses, "it usually takes us a week to deliver to another continent. Since today's Tuesday already, this holiday delivery is too rushed. I don't think we could make it on time..."

"I understand," the old woman replied, "but, please, is there anything you can do? These packages are for my grandchildren. They are scarves knit by this old lady with wrinkled hands..." She sounded as if she would cry. "Please, can you help? I would have finished the scarves earlier, but these old eyes of mine really gone all blurry these days..."

Tifa's heart cringed at the image of an old grandmother knitting heartwarming scarves for her dear grandchildren with trembling hands and bleary eyes. She sighed.

"All right, I-I'll ask our delivery boy and see what he could do."

"Oh, thank you, miss, thank you!" the woman breathed. "Bless you!"

After jotting down the contact details, Tifa dialed Cloud's number, tapping a pen absentmindedly on the wooden table. _If Cloud takes the job, he probably wouldn't make it back for the holiday dinner. _She frowned, lips slightly pouting. _Which I'm sure wouldn't stop him from accepting the job._ She sighed, disappointment filling every inch.

One year had passed since the Deepground crisis. Finally, the planet was at peace. For once, in a very long time, people of Gaia was able to celebrate the Winter Holiday in tranquilness, truly enjoying the holiday season. Yuffie had organized a holiday dinner at _Olla's_, celebrating the friends' first _real _Winter Holiday together, in peace. Tifa sighed again, as she redialed the number. _Guess Cloud won't be here for the holiday after all. _She thought about the present she hidden inside her drawer, all thoughts of happiness fading.

_Click._

"Hello, Tifa?"

Tifa gasped. "C-Cloud!"

"Is something wrong?" He sounded worried.

A smile curling on her lips, the barmaid replied, "no, no, everything's fine. It's just..." she paused, selfishly not wanting to inform the man of the faraway delivery, "an old lady from Kalm called asking if you'd deliver to Rocket Town. She hopes you'll make it by Friday."

"By this Friday?" Cloud sucked a breath. "Well, I suppose so. I'm at Junon right now, was about to head back home...Guess I'd make it to Kalm in an hour. But," he hesitated, "but...I'm not sure if I'd be back on time. For the...you know, the dinner, the holiday..." His voice dropped. He sounded like a little boy caught in trouble by his mother.

Tifa knew the man was worried she'd be mad, crestfallen. The thought made her smile, heartwarming like hot chocolate.

"It's all right, Cloud," she said softly. "I know you want to spend the holidays with us too. That's all that matters."

"Really?"

"Hmm-mmm," Tifa smiled. "But try to make it back before the new year. Okay?"

"I promise." The woman could tell the Mako-blue eyes were sparkling with determination.

"Maybe you could catch Cid and Shera on the way," Tifa brightened hopefully.

Cloud considered a moment. "But I heard from Vincent that they're at Edge already."

"Oh," Tifa's heart fell. "Well then, I-I'll text you the contact details."

"Thanks." A pause. "Tifa." A pause. "I miss you."

Singsong words fluttered into her ears. Surprise filled the round ruby eyes, hues of red coloring the porcelain face. A wide smile stretched from cheek to cheek. "Me too, Cloud," she whispered, "I miss you too."

She did. She really missed him. It had been more than a week since Cloud had set off for the holiday delivery. Despite efforts informing everyone to ready their packages at least two weeks prior the holiday season, most clients had needed rush orders for forgotten friends or last-minute gifts. As a result, Tifa had slept alone in their empty bedroom for the past week, cold air emitting through the closed windows.

But thanks to the holiday season, the barmaid herself had also been busy as hell. Every night was a full house ever since Cloud left for delivery (_just when I need more help!_). Thankfully, Shelke and Yuffie popped in everyday to help around the bar. _Even the WRO have days off for the holidays. Why don't Cloud and I?_

Her eyes flew to the cell phone in her hand, screen black. Pressing a key, the screen flickered back to life, revealing a photo of the blonde spiky-head and the chocolate-haired barmaid, wearing swimming gear in the shimmering blue water of Costa del Sol. It was their first weekend getaway, _alone_. Tifa had been crazily nervous about wearing her blue bikini in front of the man. _All right, so I've worn short skirts and spaghetti straps. But this! I'm basically wearing two pieces of paper-thin cloth! _She recalled the bright pink face she wore when she stepped out of the bathroom in the two-piece. But it was nothing compared to the flaming face of Cloud's. She giggled at the thought.

Returning to the task at hand, she dialed Lady Mira's number and informed her that Cloud was on the way to pick up the packages. The lady couldn't be thankful enough, sending heartwarming wishes to Tifa and her family. It was things like these that Tifa could never turn away requests. Because the little things she did to help meant so much more to them. She smiled, feeling especially warm in the cold winter.

* * *

"Oh, Tifa, you should _never_ have let him go!" Yuffie whined.

The barmaid sighed wearily as she wiped the bar counter, getting ready for the night's business. "You know that's not possible."

"He was supposed to be back today! Now he definitely won't make it back on time!" the ninja complained, pouting her lips. "And it's our first time celebrating like this! Without our minds boggling with fighting some evil mother-obsessed silver-haired guy with a longass sword or some deepshit bunch of _brothers_ or whatever they call themselves!"

Tifa laughed. "Oh, Yuffie!"

"You're gonna regret this," the girl said matter-of-factly. "It's holiday season and you're gonna be lonely and you know it."

The older woman stopped cleaning and glanced at the narrowed brown eyes. _Lonely? _She bit her lips and gazed distractedly at the lone wreath of mistletoe hanging from the doorway leading to the second floor. She bought it yesterday afternoon, leaves still fresh with pine-like scent, bright red berries round and welcoming. Her heart had been beating with anticipation as Cloud was originally set to come home today. The pair was going to share an intimate kiss under that very mistletoe, and possibly a very intimate night...But obviously, the plan was ruined. Tifa frowned, dragging her eyes away from the wreath and back at the ninja.

"Oh, stop staring at me like that, Yuffie," she scolded.

"Yes, you should stop that, Yuffie," Shelke added as she adjusted the hanging snowflakes by the windows.

The ninja scowled. She never liked it whenever the transparent sided with Tifa.

"I heard Vincent's in town," the barmaid said, quickly changing the subject.

Brown eyes widened, excitement dancing in them. "He is? I didn't know that!" Yuffie exclaimed, dropping the towel in her hands.

Tifa nodded. "Barret says he's staying at Reeve's apartment." She glanced up, an eyebrow raised. "You didn't know?" The ninja was never one to be outdated with news of the friends, _especially_ of a certain raven-haired man with maroon eyes and pale skin.

"Umm, I was, uh, busy you know." The girl turned around, hastily cleaning another table, but not before Tifa caught a glimpse of reddened cheeks.

Frowning slightly, the barmaid delved no further and turned to a pot of bubbling stew. Her heart fell slightly. Beef stew. Cloud's favorite. Cloud. _All right, so maybe Yuffie's right. I _am_ gonna be lonely. _Catching sight of her own reflection on the metallic surface of the kitchen top, she scowled sourly.

* * *

Shiver. Tifa woke up, shivering from head to toe. It was freezing. Her fingers were numb. She couldn't help but daydream about the warmth of cuddling and sleeping with Cloud on such a cold bitter day. Strong arms wrapped around her body. Head leaning on his hard-as-steel chest. Calloused fingers stroking strands of her chocolate-brown hair. His hot breath tickling her ears. The two of them, sharing melting kisses under the covers...She sighed.

Gray hues drifted through the curtains. The sky hadn't brightened up since Cloud left for delivery. But today seemed even grayer, even darker. She drew the curtains, staring out in the cold. It snowed yesterday night again. What used to be pure and clean and beautiful now laid among gray, dirty puddles. The sidewalks were gray. The streets were gray. The trees were gray. Everywhere she looked was gray. She frowned. _What a gray holiday._

She turned gloomily away from the window and toward the empty bed next to hers. Cloud's bed. Sitting down, her fingers trailed the blue checkered pattern of the duvet, up to the cold pillow, which smelled serenely of fresh soap. Cloud's scent. How much she missed him!

Yesterday night had been one of the worst nights ever. The bar was _more_ than full house. It was packed, crammed, _stuffed_ with people every square feet. Tifa, Yuffie, and Shelke could barely squeeze through the place, without toppling over like dominoes. In the corner of the bar, the holiday pine-tree, thoroughly decorated with flashing lights, jingling bells, and glass spheres, suffered from severe misshape, due to too much squishing and pushing. The barmaid ended up declining further customers from entering the bar, forced to put a _closed_ sign on the door. Still, men with their drunken bunch and women with their giggly girlfriends hammered the door, shouting and yelling, wanting in. It wasn't until Yuffie casted _Mini_ on a man did they finally stop barging in. _Perhaps I should downright close the bar tonight._

Down in the kitchen, Marlene had already eaten and was preparing breakfast. Tifa smiled gratefully under the mistletoe as she watched the girl beating eggs and heating up the pan. For an eight year old, Marlene was a pretty good cook, thanks to Tifa's lessons.

"Good morning, Marlene." Tifa kissed the girl on the cheek.

"Good morning, Tifa!" the girl smiled brightly. "Scrambled eggs with milk?"

"Sounds great, thank you."

The barmaid settled down on the stool, avoiding the mess behind her - overturned chairs, spilled beer and whatnot, crumbles of nuts and chips, empty bottles and mugs...She cringed inwardly.

"Yesterday night was crazy, wasn't it?" Marlene asked from the stove.

"Yeah," Tifa muttered, "too crazy."

"I'll help with the cleanup, don't worry."

A smile curled at the lips. What would Tifa do without the girl's constant support? "Thanks, Marlene."

_Thump thump thump thump._ Loud running footsteps scurried down the stairs. In a moment, the door banged open, revealing a messy-haired Denzel, blue eyes sparkling expectantly.

"Is Cloud back?!" he cried, wildly looking around. Seeing the empty dirty bar with only the barmaid and the young girl, he sighed deeply. "He's not gonna make it back for Winter Holiday, is he...?"

Tifa's heart fell, but forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "He promised he'll do his best. Come on, Denzel, sit down and have some breakfast."

The boy only shook his head and slowly returned up the stairs, closing the door behind him. Shoulders sagging, the barmaid and Marlene shared a look. They knew how much the boy wanted to celebrate this year's Winter Holiday with Cloud. After all, it was the same for all of them, right? The first _peaceful_ Winter Holiday, together as a family, with all thoughts of fighting and saving the world left behind them. Marlene gave the woman a sad smile and returned to her cooking, disappointment silently radiating from her body, though she would never mention it. Not even to Tifa.

* * *

Causing disappointment was something Cloud excelled at. But he had long abandoned this habit of his, fortunately. He knew how much pain his family had suffered from his disappearance, broken promises, and endless sulking. So, after fighting Sephiroth for (hopefully) the last time, the blonde had promised himself to never disappoint his family ever again. So far, he kept his promise.

But this time, as he sat on Rosy the Gold Chocobo, packages tied neatly on her sides, he wasn't so sure. He imagined Tifa's sad smile not reaching her eyes, Marlene's pouting lips, and Denzel's slumped shoulders. _No, I'm not going to bring them down. It's Winter Holiday. I could do it. _Mako-blue eyes flickered to the azure eyes of Rosy.

"No," Cloud said aloud, "_we_ could do it. Right, Rosy?"

The chocobo gave a loud WARK and increased her speed, scaly claws flying over navy water, leaving a trail of golden light.

* * *

Wednesday night flew by quickly, as the barmaid decided to close the bar early. By Thursday night, she was truly, horribly exhausted. Her back ached, her eyes were bleary, her legs sore from standing so much. But worst of all, her _skin_. The aftereffects of late-night-sleeping from these last few days were apparent on her face. How was she to look beautiful on Winter Holiday? She sneered.

"What's with the sad face, pretty?" a drawling voice spoke next to her ear, sending a chill down her spine.

Tifa whipped her head around, nearly colliding with a flock of flaming red hair.

"Reno!" she hissed, pushing the man away from her.

The Turk chuckled as his partner, Rude, sat down next to him, grunting.

"You hitting on my friend and I'll kick you out of the bar _and _call it quits to that dinner we agreed!" Yuffie smacked the man's arm.

"Oww~ I'm sorry Yuffie-chan!" Reno pouted, rubbing his arm.

Tifa raised her eyebrows, stifling a giggle.

"Two beers please," Rude said, voice low.

"Two beers coming right up!" Tifa called, turning to the fridge, but not before she grabbed hold of Yuffie's arm and dragging her away from the two Turks.

"What?" the ninja asked.

"Did I hear correctly? A '_dinner that we agreed_'?" The barmaid crossed her arms, head tilted slightly, ruby eyes piercing through the brown ones.

"I-I..." Yuffie stammered, mind boggling with excuses. But knowing she was dead the moment she was under those deadly scrutinizing eyes, she sighed, defeated. "Oh, all right. Reno asked me out for a date and I agreed."

"You did?!" Tifa exclaimed, face full of surprise. And all this time, the girl had been hiding from her? "But, how? Why? I thought, you and Vincent...no?"

For a moment, the ninja gazed unseeing up at her friend, brown eyes swimming with sadness. Tifa frowned. She had never seen the girl so..._down_ before. Softly, she placed her hands on Yuffie's shoulders.

"Yuffie, what happened?" Tifa whispered.

The girl blinked back tears, lips set in a firm line. "I...I'm just losing hope, that's all." She took a great gulp of air and managed a smile. "He...he never responds to my pursuit. That's already a pretty clear answer, right?" Her smile faded.

"Yuffie..." Tifa was lost for words. What could she say to heal a broken heart?

"It's all right, Teef," the ninja nodded her head once. "I'm fine. Maybe turkey-face's more of the guy for me. At least he doesn't _sulk_ and actually uses his _phone_," she smirked.

The barmaid smiled, recognizing the girl's attempt at a joke to inform her she was fine. "As long as you're happy."

She gave Yuffie a quick hug and handed her two bottles of beers. From a distance, Yuffie and Reno do make a rather compatible couple. Walking over to the door, she reached up and rearranged the mistletoe distractedly. _Who knows? Likes attracts likes. _Catching sight of a drunken man walking toward her slyly, she hastily stepped away from the innocent wreath.

* * *

Finally. It was Friday. Sometime during the commotion and bustling of the week, Tifa had forgotten the happiness, the joy, the excitement of the holiday.

"Happy Winter Holiday, Marlene and Denzel!" Tifa grinned, giving the two kids a heartfelt hug.

"Happy Winter Holiday Tifa!" the two chanted excitedly, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"All right, what are you waiting for? Presents!"

The children cheered and squealed in delight, running toward the pine-tree, where a pile of presents with glittering wrapping paper awaited them. For a moment, only sounds of tearing and ripping could be heard. Then, a joyful scream from Marlene, and an arm-pumping whoop from Denzel.

"It's the Moogle plush I've always wanted! Thank you so much Tifa!" The girl threw her arms around the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

"All right! New running shoes!" Denzel gave Tifa a quick hug. "Thank you Tifa!"

"Ohhh a wooly hat!"

"Wow! A WRO armor!"

"Ooh, ooh, ooh! The _Book of Pyreflies_! So pretty!"

"A new soccer ball! Excellent!"

"Pens, markers, crayons...wow a drawing kit!"

"Oh, wow, is this, a _Materia_?!"

A gasp from Marlene. "Chocobo...!"

"Huh? H-hey, me too!" Denzel's blue gaze fell on the golden fur of a Gold Chocobo plush. A bright goofy grin appeared. "It's..."

"Cloud!" the kids squealed, hugging the chocobo doll to their chest, fluffy fuzz tickling their chins. The most satisfied smile glued on their faces. But slowly, their smiles turned upside-down.

Tifa frowned. "What's wrong?"

Blue round eyes stared out the window. "Cloud..." Denzel murmured.

Marlene stood up and, still hugging the plush to her, walked over to the window, brown braid trailing after her. "Will he be back on time?" she whispered.

Ruby eyes wandered to the lone mistletoe, red berries blinking at Tifa. _I sure hope so._

* * *

"Don't be late!" Yuffie shouted behind her as she bustled out of the bar along with Marlene and Denzel. The kids waved, both grinning widely as they stepped out in the snowy gray. Marlene looked adorable dressed in a red cotton dress, while Denzel in a smart blue polo shirt.

"I won't!" Tifa waved.

The door closed. Silence echoed loudly in the bar. Tifa sighed, relieved that Seventh Heaven was finally closed for the holidays after a busy afternoon. Glancing at the clock chiming 4 o'clock, the woman figured she still had at least three hours before the dinner started. Maybe she'd be able to catch some sleep. Draining the last of the dishes, she dried her hands and started toward the stairs before she noticed something blinking by the table. Her cell phone. A message! Adrenaline rushed through her body as she flipped the phone open.

"_Happy Winter Holiday from Edge Day School! We wish you and your family a safe holiday and the best in the new year!_"

All previous excitement drained from Tifa's body. She felt more exhausted than ever, barely able to move, arms and legs going limp.

"I need a shower...then sleep," she muttered.

Under the hot steaming water, all soreness, all pain, all stress, all loneliness, all thoughts were purged from her body, leaving nothing behind.

* * *

Out in the freezing winter, temperatures were quickly dropping below 10 degrees Celsius. Heavy pellets of snow hit Cloud's goggles as he rode Fenrir, zooming past the rainbow-colored Kalm. Up in the far distance, he could see the soft glow of orange-yellow lights which decorated Edge.

_Not far to go. Wait for me, Tifa._

* * *

_Ring ring. Ring ring._

Frail hand flapped aimlessly at the vibrating cell phone, fingers brushing the wooden surface of the bedside table.

_Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring -_

"Hello?" Tifa mumbled sleepily, eyelids drooping.

"Where the heck are you Teef?!" A young voice yelled. Only a certain someone would have the politeness to answer the phone without a proper _hello_. "We're all waiting for ya at _Olla's_!"

"Wha-what?!"

Immediately, the barmaid sat up, ruby eyes widened in shock, the warm cozy duvet sliding down her shoulders.

"Don't tell me you're still at the bar!" Yuffie exclaimed incredulously. "Oh man, she's _still_ at the _bar_!" she shouted away from the phone.

Tifa heard a brief commotion on the other end, which had to do with Barret's and Cid's foul mouths.

"Nnn-no," Tifa replied, fingers combing through her tangled hair. "I-I'm on the way. Bye!"

Quickly hanging up, the woman scrambled to the closet and reached for the blue halter dress. The dress that Cloud loved so much. Cloud. _Oh, Cloud. _She sighed, all previous hurry disappearing from her. _I wish you were here, Cloud. You have no idea how much I miss you._ Sighing again, she pulled the dress on and stood in front of the mirror.

For a moment, she stared at her reflection, unseeing. She blinked, not seeing herself. Something was wrong. She...looked..._horrible._ Puffy eyebags, bloodshot eyes, skin as white as snow. Wrinkling her nose, she dabbed on some cream and concealer, applied a thick coat of mascara, and brushed her long coat of chocolate-brown hair. _That ought to do for now. _Next, her eyes fluttered to the jewelry box, deciding which earring to wear. The long water drops? Or the dangly diamonds Cloud got her for her birthday? _Cloud, oh, Cloud._ Without a thought, she snatched the pair of small wolfy studs and put them on. She examined her reflection. _All right, the wolfy earrings don't match, but, it's as if Cloud's here with me..._A small smile appeared on her face as she tucked a strand of hair. _There. I'm all ready, Cloud._ Catching sight of the clock, she scurried around the room, grabbing her purse, heels, and trench coat, and hurriedly locked the bar, not noticing a heap of dirty clothes and wet boots in the bathroom.

Out in the snow, icy wind stung her face, freshening her up. She gulped down a large breath of cold air as she hastily strolled down the street and toward the busy Edge Main Street, fluffy snow falling lightly on her shoulders. Fresh snow lined up the street full of holiday lights. Golds, reds, greens, and blues. Shimmering snowflakes, shiny snowmen, and fresh wreaths decorated the bustling shops. _See, Tifa, it's not so lonely after all. _She smiled as her body warmed up in the quick walk, white smoke dancing from her lips. Holiday-goers crowded the street - lively chatting friends, parents with delighted children, couples with arms wrapped cozily around each other - she sighed as she rubbed her arms in the cold. _Oh, stop it Tifa, enjoy the holiday! It's not like it's the last one -_

Her heart squirmed painfully._ Last? No. No, no, no. Cloud is - no, Tifa Lockhart, you're over thinking this way too much._ She nodded to herself and forced a smile on her face. _Cloud is fine. He's safe. He could protect himself more than anyone. He's the best fighter ever. He'll be fine._

A chime from the city hall clock tower interrupted her thoughts. It echoed loudly around the city. Tifa glanced up at the glowing building and gasped. She was one hour late. _Yuffie and Cid would kill me!_ Abandoning all gloomy thoughts, she treaded and slipped in the snow, heels soaked, finally reaching the fine restaurant _Olla's_.

As she pushed open the door, a gush of hot air welcomed her. She breathed eagerly, embracing the warmth. A large pine-tree with glistening lights and a glowing star winked warmly at her. By the hostess stand, a waiter with brown hair slicked back carelessly greeted Tifa. Politely, he guided her inside the elegant cafe. Crystal chandeliers were dimmed ever so perfectly. Golden fairy lights twinkled merrily, dangling from the ceilings. Here and there were lit candles, distant glows like fading stars. The atmosphere absolutely left Tifa awestruck. _If only Cloud was here..._

"Miss." The waiter motioned her through a door, where a particularly large wreath of mistletoe with red and white berries hung over the frame.

"Thank you," Tifa replied, ruby eyes gazing intently at the hanging wreath.

She opened the door and was greeted by loud shoutings.

"Tifa!"

"Finally!"

"She's here!"

"What took you so long, geez!"

Tifa blinked in surprise, a shy smile on her beautiful face. There was Barret, with Marlene and Denzel by his side; a drunken Cid, arms draped over Shera; a waving Reeve and Shelke; the fiery tail of Nanaki; the overly delighted face of Yuffie, thin arms wrapped around Vincent...Tifa beamed brightly at the couple. And then ruby eyes met azure ones. She gasped, hands over her mouth. Blonde spikes falling ever so flawlessly over Mako-blue eyes. Lips curled in a smile. Cheeks flushed in pink. Dressed handsomely in a simple dress shirt with black shiny buttons.

"Tifa." The voice she'd been yearning to hear for so long.

"Cloud!" she cried.

In a second, she was in his arms. Those very strong arms she craved for the past few weeks. Those very fingers that easily brushed away her problems and worries. The perfectly shaped shoulder her head now rested ever so comfortably. Warmth filled her every cell. Tifa took a deep breath. Surprisingly, he smelled amazingly fresh, like soap. Ruby eyes glanced up at the sea-blue ones.

"You're...clean!"

It would had been an offensive thing to say to someone at such a fine restaurant, but the blonde understood the woman's meaning completely. Cloud chuckled.

"You didn't see the pile of clothes in the bathroom?" he asked, arms tightening his hold around her slim waist. His eyes fluttered around, absorbing every inch, every bit of the woman he love. The silky brown hair. The wine-colored eyes. The smooth flawless skin. The cherry red lips.

Tifa shook her head and beamed. "You were back? Why didn't you wake me?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise," Cloud smiled shyly.

Just then, he gazed above their heads, eyes sparkling a strange glow.

"Happy Winter Holidays, Tifa."

With that, he leaned forward, settling his mouth on the cherry red lips, marking their first Winter Holiday, under the twinkling fairy lights, under the merry mistletoe, with many more winters to come.

* * *

_Author's note: _Hope you enjoyed it :) Have a sweet holiday everyone!


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